A poking and prodding feeling woke me up. At first, I was disoriented and confused. The room I was in was unfamiliar. My room back at home was hewn straight from the trunk, with a floor, ceiling, and walls made of the deep brown wood. The walls and the ceiling of this room was a silvery chrome, and the ground was tile. When I remembered what had happened...
A SLEAZY LITTLE PARODY SERIES ABOUT THE SLEAZIEST MOTEL EVER... TWISTED... VIOLENT... AND FILTHY... COME GET FUCKED UP... AT THE FUCK YOU MOTEL "HOT DAMN! RIDE THAT SHIT, BITCH! FUCKIN' RIDE IT!! WOOHOO!! YEAHHHH!!" "GODDDDDDDDDDDD!! GIVE ME THAT BIG FUCKIN' WHITE DICK, DADDYYYYYYYYY!! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!! ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!! YES YES YESSSSSSSSSS!!" Fucking bed...
Chapter Thirteen: Soaring free. Note: Takes place at the same time as chapter eleven. Hawk's point of view I slipped my cell into my jacket and revved my hog. With a roar, I shot out of my garage and onto the street in front of my house. Ted and Lisa could find their own way out of the neighborhood, I decided, and I took to the street fast. There was no...
REWRITTEN AND EXTENDED VERSION The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death pena...
Chapter 04 -- Slave auction The horrid routine ended on Wednesday at 10:00 am. A couple of guards entered the cell, ordered Trish to face the wall, and cuffed her hands behind her back. Saying nothing, one of them gave her a rough shove to force her out the door. She was led up the stairs and into a moldy shower room. The guards removed her cuffs, handed he...
A Note to the Reader: Hello again cyber-reader of all things porn and smutty. I am writing to you because it has finally happened. I seem to have lost control of my characters, and they have gone on their own way, as they have threatened to do for awhile now. No one could be more surprised by this turn of events than I am. It seems that Sara and her band...
***NOTE*** This story is a part of my ongoing series called Trouble Texas Style (Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and soon to include Goodbye Earl). These are complex and interwoven tales that cross genres, including erotica, romance, and suspense. I have kept them separate as opposed to hopping from character to character chronol...
I had just come home from studying in Europe for a year and my friends were throwing me a welcome home party. I didn't know how welcome I was going to be made. Walking up to the complex of apartments where most of my friends lived I had a sense of loneliness. I had broken up with my girlfriend of six months in Prague when I came home and now I wondered if a...
As I wrapped up my shower, I stepped out and saw my outfit for the day. A bright gold latex cat suit. The suit ran from my neck to my feet, which it included six inches heels. My sliver posture collar would go on over the neck of the latex. Being that I was Mistress Michelle's only personal slave I wore gold latex and only a collar. The house slaves, meaning...
He had an amazing grip, holding me in place no matter how hard I tried to squirm away, while he pulled his belt free from his waist. I began to realize that the more I moved the more excited he became. I could feel his hardness grow and press against my backside and had to admit to myself I was becoming aroused by the scene as well. Most people run from my t...